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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 22)
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I love how people approach the subject like someone died. I shrugged. “Eh,” I said as articulately as possible. I finished my wine.
Max laughed. “Well, I guess you’re okay with it,” he said. Max was so nice. I got another glass of wine and decided to devote my life to making it up to Max for leaving him high and dry while I dated Bette. For Max was so nice.
“You’re a really amazing sculptor,” I told him. “And that stuff in the other room? Your best stuff ever.” Totally could have been true, I was sure. I just hadn’t gotten a chance to look at them yet.
“Really?” Max said. He looked down at my half-empty wine glass, frowning, and then smiled at me. “It’s nice of you to…”
“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked suddenly.
If Max was surprised, he didn’t let on. “Um, stuffy art folk too boring for you?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said with a smile, “except for you.”
He looked tempted. “Aren’t you here with Bette, though?”
I chewed my lip. “I’m here with Bette, but we’re not here together. You know?” Speaking of Bette, I’d spotted her a little ways away, talking to an artist. She glanced over at me, frowning.
“I should probably stick around,” he said after a moment. “Doesn’t look good for one of the artists to just, you know, leave.”
“Not even with me?” I joked.
He laughed. “Trust me; it’s tempting.”
“That’s too bad.” I spared a quick glance in Bette’s direction again; she looked upset. And she was on the move. I rose up on my toes so that I could whisper in his ear. “Because I’ve been thinking about that time we had ***** in your car and-”
“There you are,” Bette said, yanking me away from Max. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“You have not,” I grumbled. “You knew where I was.”
Bette smiled at Max. “Not a bad reception, huh?”
Max’s smile was frozen on his face as he looked between the two of us. He settled on Bette, chuckling nervously. “I’ll say. This is pretty great, Bette.”
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Heeeeeeeeere’s Tina! lol great story so far.
OMG it’s Tina Kennard!!!
Nan, please, nooo! It must be the first time I don’t wanna see Tina in a story lol
holy shit ur building this excellently..damn im glad alice played it kool..bette can be a major ass!! post soon!
Tina! I’m bouncing in my chair! I can’t wait to see Alices reaction to the start of the Bette and Tina. Great chapter. 5 stars as usual.
Ooooh, Tina’s here! Uh-oh. Alice better get over Bette REAL quick. And I really want to see how Bette and Tina get together through Alice’s eyes.
Please make this be a nice, clean and easy closure for Alice. A character who can make me laugh so hard shouldn’t be in a wading in pool of her own misery. I really want her to be happy, for herself.
Love your fic. Please keep on writing.
Fun! I loved that Alice was trying all night from being inside her apartment to the gallery to make Bette jealous. It’s heartbreaking to see someone hurting that much, but she’s better off without Bette. At least the Pre-Tina Bette.
Now the real drama will begin.
This fic just fucking rocks. It rocks more than granny Clampitt. It rocks like a rowin’ boat in a hurricane.
Please God let somebody look after Alice though – she’s too damn sweet. She’s so sad but so funny too!
I can’t tell you how much I am still enjoying this story…tons!!!!!!!!!!
This has been such a terrific backstory, getting into Alice’s head, Bette’s neurosis, hilarity. Ah but now my heart does little pitter patters as the hot blonde arrives on the scene, I can’t wait to read your insightful words…